Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

From the corner of my eye I see the note paper in Nicole’s hand
glow. She nods at me.
“You must be right,” I say to Mr. Dorcas, who eyes me skeptically.
“It must have been the elastic in my underpants.”
He gives me a solid glare before returning to the front of the
room to take the note from Nicole. He then proceeds to read the
note out loud.
“I can’t wait to read Aristotle. No, me either. It will be so much
fun.” Mr. Dorcas stares at the note, like he can’t believe what he
read. Then, with a scowl, he crumples up the note and tosses it in
the trash. “Return to your seat, Miss Matios.”
As she slides back into her chair, Nicole winks at me.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for Nicole—she’s the
best thing I’ve got going for me right now.
“Ha ha!” Coach Lenny, waving the stopwatch around like a flag,
shouts as I cross the finish line. “I told you.”
“Wh-what?” I ask between gasps.
This is the last timed run of our training schedule before next
Friday’s meet—and our last Saturday session—and I pushed myself
as hard as I could go. The rest of our practices are going to be light
days, so I can conserve energy for the big race.
“You didn’t believe me,” he taunts. “You thought I was full of
sh—”
“What!” I demand. Hands on my hips, I’m pacing around the
starting area trying to regain my breath.
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